This is a song about "Money pussy weed death"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Sometimes i think, what i need

Put up and smoke that weed,

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

I'm hoping i confess

Grow older, closer to death.

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again